Post by Marie Lestrange on Aug 3, 2007 16:38:10 GMT -5
OOC Name; Sarah.
Character's Name; Marie Morgaine Lestrange.
Age; 18.
Country; Ireland.
House; Ward.
PB;
Sample;
Trailing her black cloak behind her, Marie dominantly marched into the Great Hall, headed straight to her usual seat by the edge of the bench. She placed a torn looking leather bound black book on the table, keeping her left hand holding it down.
Marie was born into one of the more infamous families; her elaborate facial structure never ceased to show it. Slowly, she opened to the book, slowly turning the parchment pages. She slid her finger through so writings every now and then, almost as if reviewing notes-something she never did. The old yellow parchment seemed aged, and fragile. Most like Marie; though not aged, she looked fragile.
Marie spoke to very few, and usualy within important reason. She wasn't a very typically social girl, but did have her talkative side. While everyone was busy gulping down their breakfast, she continued turning the pages. Looking up for a second, she reached for a hot bun, and picked at it while taking a short look around at the many familiar faces around her.
Character's Name; Marie Morgaine Lestrange.
Age; 18.
Country; Ireland.
House; Ward.
PB;
Sample;
Trailing her black cloak behind her, Marie dominantly marched into the Great Hall, headed straight to her usual seat by the edge of the bench. She placed a torn looking leather bound black book on the table, keeping her left hand holding it down.
Marie was born into one of the more infamous families; her elaborate facial structure never ceased to show it. Slowly, she opened to the book, slowly turning the parchment pages. She slid her finger through so writings every now and then, almost as if reviewing notes-something she never did. The old yellow parchment seemed aged, and fragile. Most like Marie; though not aged, she looked fragile.
Marie spoke to very few, and usualy within important reason. She wasn't a very typically social girl, but did have her talkative side. While everyone was busy gulping down their breakfast, she continued turning the pages. Looking up for a second, she reached for a hot bun, and picked at it while taking a short look around at the many familiar faces around her.
ANDERSON.